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The MARTIAL INVITATION.
Come ye lads, who wish to shine
Bright in future story,
Haste to arms, and form the line
that leads to martial glory.
Charge the musket, point the lance,
brave the world of dangers;
Tell the blust’ring sons of France,
that we to fear are strangers.
Britain when the Lion’s rous’d,
and her flag is rearing,
Always finds our sons dispos’d
to drub the foes that’s daring. &c.
Hearts of oak, with speed advance,
pour your naval thunder
On the trembling sons of France,
and strike the world with wonder. &c.
Honour for the brave to share,
that’s the noblest booty;
Guard your coasts, protect the fair,
for that’s a Briton’s duty. &c.
Now, since Spain to take their parts,
forms a safe alliance,
All unite, and British hearts
may bid the world defiance. &c.
Beat the drum, the trumpet sound,
manly and united,
Danger face, maintain your ground,
and see your country righted. &c.
